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She's gone.
I'm here.
It's dawn.
But depression isn't near.

I feel great.
I love to smile.
They want me back.
But I wanna be in this state
For a while.
It's colorful, not so black.

So I write becuase I write.
Not for you.
Not for us.
Not becuase I'm still sad.
I write because I'm happy.
That's what writing should be.
Not about the XO.
About that great that comes after it.

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